Happiness, for Francis, was always one step ahead. Whatever he did, wherever he went, he always though that happiness was in another place, doing another thing. If he was dating a girl, he always thought he would find happiness with the following one. When he was in a city he always thought that joy was a plane or a train ride away.
Clio was happiness by herself. She lived in happiness, drank it. She had learnt to find joy in every small moment in her life. Still, she was not an annoying person. She was outgoing, cheerful and always willing to help everyone.
Francis and Clio met during a party at a common friend's house. They didn't talk much, but, for some reason, Clio decided she had to meet him again, so she asked her friend for his phone number.
-Hi, Francis? Its Clio.- she said as soon as he picked up the phone.
-Uh, hello,...
-I hope you don't mind I asked Hellen for your phone number.
-Not at all,...- he wondered what did the girl want. If he recalled correctly, Clio was a short bubbly blond girl with big blue eyes.
-Do you want to go for coffee today?
-Why not?
-Great!- she said before giving him the details for their meeting.
Surprisingly for everyone who knew them, they did not only meet that one time, but, given time, they actually started a relationship. It was a sharp contrast, one of them was gloomy all the time, the other was always happy. Yet, they seemed to complete each other. With time, Francis seemed to realize that happiness was by the reach of hand. And, one day, Clio left him. She told him that he wasn't the one, but he didn't care because he had learnt to appreciate small things in life, and quickly found the bright side of it. And Clio became gloomy, always convinced that happiness was escaping her, forgetting that she had had it, forgetting what it really was.
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